Marked

Where did you go, I need you here,
Hands are troubled from the emptiness,
The feeling of your warm skin on mine,
Red marks show inbetween my fingers,

How could this go wrong, was it me?
Lips long to be kissed with care,
The breath tickling the corners,
Numb and pale from never being used,

Why have you left, taking me with you,
Eyes hold back the pathetic tears of pity,
The torment of never seeing you again,
Blurry visions blink to see an empty room.